if i ever saw you i didnt catch your name.
I love marionberry yogurt. The marionberry is a highbred, kinda depressing how many highbreds are out there and we really dont know it.
I just had the most wonderful minivacation I have ever had in my life. And I realize that in printing it here I jeopardize part of the wonder in that I may run into one of you in this place now. But I think that you are all wonderful too and I don’t think I would mind meeting any of you there except Kenny. So Kenny may not come.
I went to Yachatz Oregon which is on the coast. But I didn’t take the road most traveled, you see I got temporarily slightly misplaced many times, but never was it a mistake. I heard a band in Newberg called Mosaic absolutely wonderful and deserved more of a crowd than they had.
i got to the coast too late to see the old firetruck in the yard of the people who had a bed for me. So i spent a cold night up a gravel road in my car but i loved it. next morning bagels i brought with me on the beach, while rich vacationers stared at the kid living in her car i laughed at them and kept on living out of my car. i love living out of my car.
so i showed up at the house ten hours late and boy is it pretty on the yachatz river with a hammock and shade and horses and everything is green. her husband is a cowboy from the old days.
we piddled around at the festivals and a street dance belly danceing and in sea caves. she talked about her sons and how they are doing and about her marriages and about how beautiful life is. we laughed alot and i cried some and i hated leaving.
i left and headed north through the piddly tourist towns and into newport where i found the specialty surf shop that the espresso boy had told me about so i look though the boards and i find the used boards at the back of the store they look ok to me and im thinking im gonna get on one of these and it will sink with me or squirel out from underneath me. so i talk to the cool old surfer dude and he askes me my weight. i say out loud very quickly before i thought about it "165" he looks at me. and not wanting to embarass me says "uh, ok" tells me i need a minilongboard or an egg. im still afraid of sharks, even though im more likely even as a swimmer to drown. i have the shorty wetsuit and on the 30th i hope to be catching oregon coast waves. i did it when i was 12 but everyone promise to stay away from the coast until ive had a chance to get tolerably good on my feet again, i dont want to be called an idiot by anyone i know. i can handle it from strangers but you people, no.
I just had the most wonderful minivacation I have ever had in my life. And I realize that in printing it here I jeopardize part of the wonder in that I may run into one of you in this place now. But I think that you are all wonderful too and I don’t think I would mind meeting any of you there except Kenny. So Kenny may not come.
I went to Yachatz Oregon which is on the coast. But I didn’t take the road most traveled, you see I got temporarily slightly misplaced many times, but never was it a mistake. I heard a band in Newberg called Mosaic absolutely wonderful and deserved more of a crowd than they had.
i got to the coast too late to see the old firetruck in the yard of the people who had a bed for me. So i spent a cold night up a gravel road in my car but i loved it. next morning bagels i brought with me on the beach, while rich vacationers stared at the kid living in her car i laughed at them and kept on living out of my car. i love living out of my car.
so i showed up at the house ten hours late and boy is it pretty on the yachatz river with a hammock and shade and horses and everything is green. her husband is a cowboy from the old days.
we piddled around at the festivals and a street dance belly danceing and in sea caves. she talked about her sons and how they are doing and about her marriages and about how beautiful life is. we laughed alot and i cried some and i hated leaving.
i left and headed north through the piddly tourist towns and into newport where i found the specialty surf shop that the espresso boy had told me about so i look though the boards and i find the used boards at the back of the store they look ok to me and im thinking im gonna get on one of these and it will sink with me or squirel out from underneath me. so i talk to the cool old surfer dude and he askes me my weight. i say out loud very quickly before i thought about it "165" he looks at me. and not wanting to embarass me says "uh, ok" tells me i need a minilongboard or an egg. im still afraid of sharks, even though im more likely even as a swimmer to drown. i have the shorty wetsuit and on the 30th i hope to be catching oregon coast waves. i did it when i was 12 but everyone promise to stay away from the coast until ive had a chance to get tolerably good on my feet again, i dont want to be called an idiot by anyone i know. i can handle it from strangers but you people, no.